It’s tough to remember you can’t pick up the phone and hear that voice again.
It’s tough to endure family gatherings without their presence.
It’s tough to remain tough as you know they’d want you to be.
It’s tough to pick yourself up when thinking of them.
It’s tough.
You just have to be tougher.
Keeping them alive in your heart and all the wonderful memories.
Smiling at each memory and remembering their smile.
Silencing your thoughts to hear their voice and the way they said your name.
Until we meet again.
GianeeVani 
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